Outside the private salon, the high-stakes game continued under the soft amber glow of the chandelier. Chips worth millions moved across the green felt while Mike sat relaxed between Lila's empty chair and Marianne, leaning in to whisper something that made the older woman laugh — a rich, throaty sound that carried across the table.
Clara remained beside Fin's vacant seat, lost deep in her own thoughts, her red dress clinging to her full breasts and the curve of her hips as her fingers twisted the stem of her untouched cocktail glass. She was completely unaware of the storm raging inside the bathroom just down the corridor.
One of Fin's personal security guards glanced toward the restroom area, feeling restless. Fin had been gone far too long. He communicated quietly with his crew through his earpiece, then moved forward to check.
Just as he approached the door, a loud, unmistakable scream echoed from inside.
"AHH FUCKKK…!"
The guard flinched, his face heating instantly. He felt like he should have stayed away. He slowly backed off, deciding to stand guard instead and prevent anyone else from entering. In his head, the thought formed clearly: I never imagined Mr. Harrington was capable of something like this…
Inside the private men's washroom, Fin had Lila perched on the edge of the marble sink counter, her legs spread wide for him. He had already torn off his shirt and trousers, throwing them aside in a heap. His cock stood hard and throbbing, twitching with every heartbeat as he looked down at her.
Lila felt a rush of ragged breath leave her lungs. She didn't fully understand why she was so aroused — so wet — but a dark part of her knew it was because Fin was someone she could never have dared to get close to before. The luxury and wealth she had witnessed today had made her body react in ways she hadn't expected. She smiled inside. I guess money really does make you horny.
Fin looked down at her, breathing heavily. He paused for a second, voice unsure.
"Shouldn't we use a condom?"
Lila smiled, her fingers tracing his jawline seductively.
"Don't worry… I'm clean. Fuck me like a bitch, Fin."
Fin gulped. Lila was irresistible in this moment. Clara was always modest and noble — she would never speak like this. With Lila, he didn't need to be considerate. He didn't need to hold back.
No more, Fin thought.
He stopped holding back.
He grabbed her hips and thrust into her in one powerful stroke — POP — burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, dripping pussy. Lila's head fell back against the mirror, a loud AHH FUCKKK…! tearing from her throat as her walls stretched around his thick cock.
Fin started pounding her hard and deep — SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… — the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes loudly in the marble washroom. Lila's full breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust, her red lace panties pushed to the side, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
"Fuckkk… yesss… pound me… harder… harder…" she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
Fin went deeper without any restraint, the sensation overwhelming — her pussy was tight and hot, sucking him in like a velvet vice with every thrust. He felt like he was losing his mind.
Lila didn't care about anything anymore. She moaned like crazy, voice raw and broken.
"Fuckkk… yesss… yesss… harder… harder…so gooddd"
Fin suddenly turned her around, bending her over the sink. He stared at her perfect ass — round, firm, and begging to be used. He smacked it hard — SMACK — the sound sharp and loud.
"HAHHHH…!" Lila cried out, pushing back against him.
He smacked her again — harder — leaving red handprints blooming across her skin.
"YESS… harder…!"
Fin gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind — THWACK… THWACK… THWACK — fucking her with raw, animalistic force. He pulled her long black hair, yanking her head back as he pounded deeper.
Lila moaned louder, voice echoing off the walls.
"Slap me, Fin… mark meee…!"
Fin felt like a mad mix of anger and lust had taken over. He slapped her ass again — harder — the sound cracking through the room.
"Fucking bitch…"
Lila smirked through her moans, pushing back against him even harder.
"That's right, babyyy… don't hide… don't control… let it all out…"
Fin's hand fisted her long black hair, yanking her head back sharply as he fucked her even deeper. His other hand came down hard — SMACK! — slapping her ass again, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.
"Fucking bitch…" he growled, voice raw and unrecognizable.
Lila's pussy clenched around him like a velvet vice, sucking him in with every thrust. She was soaking wet, her juices running down her thighs and coating his balls as they slapped against her.
"SLAP ME, FIN… HURT MEEE…!"
Fin obeyed. He spanked her harder, faster — SMACK… SMACK… SMACK — turning her ass a deep, angry red while he pounded her mercilessly. The sensation was overwhelming — her tight walls gripping him, the heat, the wetness, the way her body trembled and pushed back for more. He felt like a wild animal, all the shame, rage, and helplessness of the past weeks pouring out of him through his cock.
Lila moaned like she was breaking apart.
"YESSS… HARDER… FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME…!"
Fin pulled her hair tighter, forcing her back to arch as he slammed into her again and again — THWACK… THWACK… THWACK — the wet sounds growing louder, messier. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, another orgasm building fast.
"I'm cumming… NOOO… FUCKKK…!" Lila screamed, her walls spasming violently around his cock as she came hard, squirting around him in hot, wet pulses — squirt… squirt… squirt — soaking his thighs and the floor beneath them.
Fin didn't stop. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, chasing his own release with savage, punishing strokes. His balls tightened, the pressure becoming unbearable.
He pulled out suddenly, flipping her around and pushing her back onto the sink counter. Lila's legs spread wide for him instinctively, her red lace panties still shoved to the side, her pussy swollen, glistening, and dripping.
Fin gripped her thighs and thrust back inside her in one brutal stroke — POP — burying himself to the hilt again. He pounded her face-to-face now, watching her full breasts bounce violently with every thrust, her red lips parted in broken moans.
"Cum inside me… fill me up… please, Fin…" Lila begged, her voice hoarse and desperate, nails raking down his back.
Fin felt the edge rushing toward him. He fucked her harder, faster — smack smack smack — until his cock swelled and pulsed.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came — cum… cum… cum… — thick, hot ropes flooding her pussy, spilling out around his shaft and dripping down her ass onto the marble counter.
Lila shuddered violently, another smaller orgasm ripping through her as she felt him empty inside her.
They stayed locked together, both breathing hard, sweat-slicked bodies pressed close. The washroom reeked of sex — the sharp scent of cum, sweat, and her dripping pussy.
Fin's forehead rested against hers, his mind slowly coming back online.
For the first time in weeks, the crushing weight of shame and helplessness felt… lighter.
But outside the door, the game was still going on.
And Mike was still winning, or does he?